No one could see anything because the carriage was so crowded.He kept his hand on my cock and started to fondle me through my trousers. I whispered in...his ear 'nice aftershave.' He held my cock and squeezed a bit. Then he put his hand in my pocket. Bumped up against me again and got out at the station we had arrived at.I felt in my pocket and he had left me a card saying same train tomorrow. My cock was sooooo hard I had trouble hiding it.I will be on that train again soon.What would you do???I. .. Please don't." I whispered just as his kiss swallowed my pleas. It was then I felt his hands on my body. He was touching me, not as a brother, but as a man longing for release. He caressed me as if he meant to reassure me and taunt me all at the same time. His tongue glossed my lips, urging them to part. With a fearful sigh. I relented and melted into his embrace, accepting his tongue intimately into my mouth. His kiss was hot and demanding and I felt as though I was going to swoon as I. “This is a priority, Neeley, just do it!” he said gruffly and turned away. Asshole! Even though she was only in her late thirties, she was too good a printer to be taking crap from some fly-by-night, prima donna that had everyone standing in line to lick his ass! After her final job was stacked and readied for delivery, Neeley pulled off her apron and went to the bathroom. Since her morning exchange with Andrew, she had spent the entire day on a slow burn, exacerbated by not taking a break.. As I entered my teen years the urge to express myselfgot more intense. I would sneak into my mother's things when nobody wasaround and play dress up which gave me great comfort. I was always verycareful and never got caught. I could never deal with the embarrassment ofbeing caught.After I graduated from high school it was off to college. I was veryfortunate to have my own apartment off campus and live alone. I was able toacquire all of the things that I always wanted to make myself feel.